Drew stopped thinking, feeling, everything when the door opened and Ozzie was there. He was shaky with lack of sleep and the come down or tailing high of whatever he'd taken or needed to take; his normally over-running mouth was on mute now and he couldn't find any words to say. He watched Ozzie half-ask questions he couldn't give the answers to, partially because he didn't know himself but also because he didn't want to expose those parts of him to his best friend.
His best friend who was then holding him in a way that didn't make Drew's bones ache or his skin sear the way all those other hands had. He put his arms back around Ozzie to return the hug and it turned into something a little more like a cling; he held on for dear life, his face buried in against Ozzie's shoulder and he could have cared less that anyone walking by may have seen them, he was just concentrating on holding on to the only steady thing he had left in the chaos he'd made for himself and breathing.